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Street Dogs State Of Grace

Sha-La-La Sha-La-La Shine on me Sha-La-La Sha-La-La Shine on me She shuffles her feet In that kitchen retreat Victorian respite Irish streets of gold

Verse: All of my life I have searched for clarity I have wrestled with some paths very deep inside of me I lost some rounds, been knocked around Felt

For as long as I remember I ran a life of crime Harmed everyone that I know Stolen what's not mine Problems solved through violence Feelings dulled with

Two hundred Irish go into Mexico To fight a battle of manifest destiny Driven by their Catholic conscience They chose to rise and do what's right Joined

Hey you, remember me Way back in North Quincy Go fast, hold back If we hold on for one day We just might last I remembers bouts Morning blackouts Coupled

girl, farewell cruel world Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming, don't stop! They got straps to got Boston explodes A gang will roll Hummy hits the street

Hey you, remember me Way back in North Quincy Go fast, hold back If we hold on for one day We just might last I remembers bouts Morning blackouts Coupled

and the laws of man Still living in the palm of the grace of your hand The worlds not easy the blind man said Turns on nothing but money and dread Dogs

been lost in space I keep putting expression looks upon my face An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin While far from grace, will